This Is Gold.

“hi, i’m an author and this is my american character, chair lightbulb.  in american, ‘chair’ means to be in a position of leadership, while ‘lightbulb’ means intelligence.  yeah it’s kind of an unusual name in american. she’s always been distant from her  american heritage, but her parents wanted her name to honor the american language, while still being unique.  don’t worry, she’s very embarrassed about her heritage and it will hardly ever come up.”

Have we met? Cause damn...

INTP

-perpetually running late -either calm to a fault or an emotional mess -seriously, there is no in-between -is completely capable of functioning in society -doesn’t -waits until things are bad and then Handles It™ -blames laziness on the first law of motion -stuck up bitch from afar, annoying dork up close -basically a walking joke -has no shame -somehow an INTJ magnet -proofreads social media posts for fun -doesn’t try ever

Japanese legend: you have the face of who you loved most in a past life

Okay, but real talk??

Midoriya is so mysterious??

Like, since we see everything from his perspective and know why things are the way they are and why he is the way he is, it kind of goes over our heads, but he really is super mysterious.

Mild mannered Midoriya Izuku, the boy who stuttered his way to being in 1A as a shaky leaf, is also the same ruthless guy when it comes to protecting people and making his mark. He’s a super sweet kid who also has a history with the temperamental Bakugo, their relationship of which has some really deeply rooted issues that neither of them talk about and yet they call each other by childhood nicknames, one being an insult notwithstanding. He’s suddenly best buds with class heartthrob Todoroki “I’m not here to make friends” Shouto after getting his own shit kicked in so hard he needed surgery and blew up the stadium. He sneaks off to talk with or is otherwise approached by All Might constantly–“HOLY SHIT ALL MIGHT WAS IN DEKU’S INFIRMARY ROOM DURING THE SPORTS FEST”-One of the students, probably. He has an insanely powerful quirk but it breaks all his bones. HE LEAVES FOR A WEEK AND HIS POWER IS SUPERCHARGED AND HE’S HOPPING AROUND LIKE A JACKRABBIT–IN SAID WEEK HE TRACKED DOWN AND FOUGHT AGAINST ONE OF THE MOST NOTORIOUS AND DEADLY VILLAINS IN RECENT MEMORY. THE BOI BROKE OUT OF BRAINWASHING.

HIS PAIN TOLERANCE ALONE, JEEZUMS.

THE ENTIRETY OF THE INTERNSHIP ARC I’M–

The kid showed up in the middle of the forest, broken arms–broken face–and is ready and willing to throw TF down with the vanguard action squad, the absolute madman.

DONT EEM GET ME STARTED ON CHAPTERS 213-215 OKAY. OKAY? OKAY.

IF YOU DONT REALIZE HOW COOL AND MYSTERIOUS MIDORIYA “THE ABSOLUTE MADMAN” IZUKU IS, GET OUT OF MY FACE, CUZ IDK WHAT TO TELL YA

GEE FRISK HOW COME YOU GOATMOM LETS YOU HAVE SO MANY PARENTS

based on this

This birb! *sniff*

Comic N-009: “CHERISH THIS BIRD”

As much as I like those other guys we gotta pay tribute to the objectively best characters.

Concept: combine the “you don’t know you live on a death world until you leave it” trope with the whole Cthulhu-in-space genre of weird fiction, except in reverse: humanity’s Special Thing™ is that humans (and, by extension, all terrestrial life-forms) are weirdly resistant to reality-bending bullshit, which is what lets us survive and build a relatively functional civilisation in spite of hailing from a world that plays host to multiple Other Gods – which is, of course, otherwise unheard of; having even one of those squamous bastards in the neighbourhood is generally enough to ruin a whole star system’s day.

Non-human vessels can’t approach within a dozen light years of Sol without their crews being driven mad by the corrosive psychic resonance emanating from Earth’s deepest oceans, and we’re wandering around living our lives and not noticing. Aliens can never travel on human ships because our FTL drives kind of maybe tunnel through Hell, a process that horribly warps non-terrestrial life, and we just think it looks pretty when the n-dimensional hellfire coruscates across the viewports.

This sort of thing kept humanity uncontacted for a long time, until the aliens’ observers eventually figured out that we weren’t a bunch of weirdly normal-looking elder thralls, we just straight up weren’t aware there was a problem. It’s only then that they arranged first contact – remotely, of course – to basically ask “dude, what the fuck?”

(Humans are reasonably well-integrated into the galactic community these days, though most worlds enforce strict screening and quarantine procedures before allowing a Terran traveller planetside; it’s just like a human to have a class 7 epistemivore hitchhiking in their brain, and when informed, go “you know, I have been getting these headaches lately”.)

Prosecutor Edgeworth… I know him. He’s a feared prosecutor. He doesn’t feel pain. He doesn’t feel remorse. He won’t stop until he gets his “guilty” verdict…

One Piece and Minecraft

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HELL YES!